There was a soft thump behind us, the group going still as they looked over my shoulder at the circle. I turned slowly, following their gazes to where a single candle had fallen off its stone and extinguished the moment it touched the grass, as if by an unseen force.
I swallowed, working out the placement for a moment before I turned back to the group with a shaky breath. The silence between them as they watched me rise to my feet spoke volumes about their belief in their Samhain traditions and the clairvoyance they brought.
“I should get home,” I said, looking at the sun just cresting the horizon through the trees.
Adelphia nodded, not even bothering to argue with me. There was nothing left to say.
The only candle that had fallen was mine.